Sunday, June 14, 2009

Jottings

What is it like to sell a kid who has no mother?

What is it like to rape a girl who has no brother?


It must be fun to be a predator,

To forget the self, the being and be a beast!


Tame it not! Tame it not!

For we are the beast that devours itself!

Who knows no limits, no boundaries, no barriers . . .


2 comments:

Bienvenue to My Journey said...

the most simple thing is...STOP READING -ISM S. THEY CONFINE THE VASTNESS OF LITERATURE......U HAVE WRITTEN AN EXCELLENT PIECE OF LITERATURE...BUT ITS BEST REPRESENTED WITH "OI AKASHE AMAR MUKTI .." NOT MERELY CONFINING IT...

diksha said...

well my dear pal... only by a knowledge of everything can you reach the realm of nothing.